In the spirit of today's Remembrance/Armistice/Veterans Day, I give to you a poem, written by me and influenced by the Great War

English:

Storm

A field, pockmarked with holes. No-man's land, with forgotten soldiers, Former foes, now friends, Resting on the same plane. The endless coils of barbed wire, Like the claws of a vulture, Tearing the flesh of it's victim. The guns open up And the air is rent with the heat of bullets. Shells explode overhead In a symphony of sound and colour. The terrible beauty of the scene... The firestorm, threatening to engulf the trenches, Dark rain descending upon them. And suddenly, silence.